After Loki ate what was easily the best meal of his life he took a big luxurious bath in the giant tub filled to the brim with scorching hot water. He scrubbed everywhere hoping to dull his scent. He exfoliated years of built up grime, callouses, and dead skin. He washed his hair twice before putting in the conditioner to make it silky smooth. While in the tub he took the opportunity to masturbate, enjoying true privacy for the first time. Living in a single room shack, his father could walk in any time and there Loki was just yanking away at it. He hated that. They both hated it.
Loki's fingers explored his back entrance that now oozed a slickness when he was aroused. He bent his body at an awkward angle so he could finger his ass while stroking his cock. His heat was so damn consuming. He came after just a couple of minutes. Relief washed over him, however temporary. At least he could think clearly again for a little while.
When he got out of the tub the water was brown and Loki grimaced at how dirty the water was. He rubbed his entire body down with the almond oil and his skin thanked him for the treatment. He grabbed the white robe hanging behind the door and pulled the plush lavender scented garment on to cover his modesty.
Back in the bedroom a set of new clothes were laying on the bed. They were green, matching the color of his eyes and smelled of sandalwood and evergreen. Loki dressed and brushed his hair, sitting by the fire to make it dry quicker. When he looked in the mirror he was amazed by the transformation. He cleaned up well. He wondered if his smell was toned down now that he'd had a proper wash. He hoped it was.
He explored his room and gawked at its opulence. This was a just a guest room and it was amazing. The wood molding on the walls had intricate delicate carvings in it that wrapped up gracefully into the ceiling beams. The mantle of the fireplace was large and made of carved marble and matched the floor. His bed…oh Norns that glorious bed, was large and looked so damn inviting. He jumped onto it, enjoying the bounce. He giggled and for a moment he actually enjoyed the upturn in his circumstances. He then thought of Thor. He'd insulted the Crowned Prince. Not a smart move.
He had to admit, he felt a little lost in these new surroundings. But he sure as hell wouldn't let them know that. He yawned and though it was only three in the afternoon Loki could feel the tug of sleep on his eyelids. He drifted off feeling pampered for the first time in his life.
A knock came at the door and startled him awake. It was six o'clock. He'd napped for three hours. He ran his fingers though his hair, which was still silky smooth and answered the door.
"The King commands your presence in the feasting hall my lord." The servant girl said.
"I'm not a lord. You don't need to call me that." He said.
"But you are the new omega. I am required to show respect."
"My name is Loki. Call me that."
"Yes my…Loki. Please follow me." She said. Loki walked with her to the great hall where the smell of even more wonderful food climbed up his nostrils. There were so many people all dressed in their refined clothing. When he entered the room everyone turned and cheered for him. Loki's eyes went wide at the sudden overwhelming attention. As he was guided to the high table he noticed the way people were sniffing the air. His hopes of being less smelly were dashed.
"Come here young man, sit beside me." Frigga said.
"My Queen, you honor me." He said. He noted that Thor was sitting on the other side of Odin and had not bothered with a cursory glance in his direction.
"You've barely been in the room ten seconds and you are already making the natives restless." She said.
"They can look all they want. But they will never touch." Loki said.
"Tell me about yourself. We know so little."
"I'm a peasant. My life is not that interesting. I wake every morning at 5 am to cook breakfast before going out into the fields with my father to till the ground and pull weeds. I feed the chickens, goats, and pigs. Sometimes I walk to the neighbor's house to trade eggs for milk, and harvest time is the most exhausting time of year."
"Your father said you taught yourself to read and write without help. However did you manage that?"
"Well, it's not my proudest moment, but when I was a boy I got jealous of this other child I saw going to school every day. My mother used to give me a copper coin and I would run into town to buy bread or some other thing she was needing. I would look up at that sign above the bakery door. I knew it said bakery and I wanted to learn more. I followed that boy one day, beat him up, and stole his books." Loki said. Frigga laughed, a response he did not expect.
"Still, it must have required an amazing intellect to figure out the runes yourself."
"I had help. A few weeks after I stole the books I started carrying it with me into town. I would show the book to the baker and ask him to tell me what a handful of runes were. After a few months I knew them all and from there I figured out how to connect the runes to form words. It helped that one of the books I stole was full of pictures of common objects with the words below them."
"What happened when you mastered the books you had?"
"I…well…I might have stolen some more. Sometimes I got caught. My father's leather belt did little to deter me."
"You were thirsty for knowledge and you were willing to do anything to get it. You are not a criminal Loki. You are to be commended for your perseverance."
"Thank you my queen. No one has ever complimented me on that before."
"I suspect you were not showered with much praise growing up."
"I was, by my mother. She was a good woman, a hard woman, but a good one. My father was hard too. We had to be to live our life. Anytime I went into town in my ragged clothes the other children would make fun of me. They'd eat their sweets and play with their toys which their parents bought for them from the toy maker. All of my toys were made by my parents. Action figures whittled out of wood. I thought they were wonderful until the first time I saw what the others had. No one has ever been jealous of me."
"Then you are in for a very big culture shock Loki. You have something a lot of people want."
"I'm not a whore."
"You are focusing on the act of sex and not its byproduct. I can point out ten women in this room alone that are desperate for children. You could give it to them."
"I'm not siring children with strangers. I won't."
"And that is your right to refuse, but know that you will dash the hopes and dreams of a lot of people."
"Life isn't fair. I learned that at an early age." He said.
"And now life is smiling upon you. The feast tonight is in your honor. Enjoy the celebrity and well wishes of your countrymen. For once you are being praised."
"That is only because they don't know me. Give it time." Loki said. Frigga's lips pressed into a thin line. Loki was a very guarded person who did not trust easily, nor did he relish the praise of others. He was actually a very miserable man and so far she'd learned of only one thing that made him happy.
"Tomorrow I'll begin your tutoring." She said.
"Tutoring?"
"Yes. You are now a member of the royal court and must be educated in the ways of being a gentleman. Plus you need to be taught a skill. I will assess you to find what talents you have and train you accordingly."
"Will you teach me math and science?" Loki looked like a child on Christmas morning.
"Yes. As well as art, warfare tactics and strategies, how to play the piano, dancing, dagger throwing, and much more. You will be sick of me in a short amount of time."
"Oh my Queen, you have made me so happy. I won't get sick of you. I promise. I want to learn all that you are willing to teach me."
"Good. Your first lesson is table manners. Do as I do." Loki noticed then how her napkin was unfolded and sitting in her lap. She sat straight in the chair, no elbows on the table. There were so many forks he did not know which one to start with. Frigga instructed him to work from the outside in as each course was presented. Loki even changed the way he held his fork in his hand. By the end of the meal Loki's etiquette vastly improved and he smiled as he left the feasting hall. Tomorrow Frigga would take him to the palace library.